User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20170110030234/@comment-3135907-20170423113759

OOC: The rat froze at the sight of Serrano like a serpent at the sight of prey and began to sway, first a gentle rocking from side to side, then a rolling rhythmic motion, as if to some unseen snakecharmer's clarinet.

Together they danced, the rat and fox, in their deadly staring contest, neither pair of cold eyes leaving the other's lock as their repetitions intensified, as though washed over with rippling waves of an invisible force that pulled them together and yet simultaneously repulsed their unyielding forms in a yin-and-yang of opposing hate.

All of a sudden, the rat's gaze faltered, even as a reptilian hiss escaped his cracked lips. The eyelids twitched, the wrinkled brow beaded with cold-blooded sweat. He gasped.

Still, Serrano did not budge— would not budge.

The chains broke as the rat gave an unholy shriek and sprang toward the fox, uncoiling and striking out with his twin poisoned blades...